Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.